I was just aiming at the jagged hole
Torn in the yellow sandbags of their trench,
When something threw me sideways with a wrench,
And the skies seemed to shrivel like a scroll
And disappear... and propped against the bole
Of a big elm I lay, and watched the clouds
Float through the blue, deep sky in speckless crowds,
And I was clean again, and young, and whole.
Lord, what a dream that was! And what a doze
Waiting for Bill to come along to class!
I've cut it now — and he — Oh, hello, Fred!
Why, what's the matter? — here — do n't be an ass,
Sit down and tell me! — What do you suppose?
I dreamed I... AM I... wounded? “YOU ARE DEAD.”